Holiday swap

It's that time again! I'll post this on TE and GG as well, but if you're wanting to be a part of this year's swap, send me an email or comment to this post.

The theme year is: astrological signs. Have no clue why I chose that but I figured we'd be able to find stuff easily enough.

Any questions?

Good, then I'm off to stick needles in all the 2nd, 5th & 6th year girls at Lossie High School.

Holiday swap

It's that time again! I'll post this on TE and GG as well, but if you're wanting to be a part of this year's swap, send me an email or comment to this post.

The theme year is: astrological signs. Have no clue why I chose that but I figured we'd be able to find stuff easily enough.

Any questions?

Good, then I'm off to stick needles in all the 2nd, 5th & 6th year girls at Lossie High School.

Cheekyboys

Frack, what a day.

Despite not having too many jabs to do as half the 2nd years were away and getting to stick both the Senior Prefect AND Head Girl (neither was particularly needle-phobic), I managed to spritz myself in the face with adrenaline and was deafened by a bunch of Tornados who thought they were at Miramar rather than in Morayshire.

Thank god the jets at my base are quieter as we're at my school tomorrow with about 200 more jabs to do. Joy.

Dor, had so much fun this afternoon walking the runway track. I was listening to "Crazy" by Britney (yes, really), which always reminds me of you- I'm sure you're chuffed- and had a great HSU image. You're having a "party" with LP and Xani and manage to wake us up...again. So, I jump out of bed, trip over Cic, trip over the X-Ray machine, trip over my Centurian holding the box of bandages outside the Clinic (Emmy's stolen my Guard-they're accessories that go with the Chair, evidently), and try to bash down the door as you won't let me tear down the walls anymore. Er... okay, maybe it's not such a great image, but it made me laugh and confound all the joggers.

On a different topic, I DID find a good song for reading H/D fic to: "Gorgeous" by Idina Menzel. All the lyrics work really well, but dammit, Jim, I'm a beta and not a writer. Pity. I'm sure the song's been out over there for yonks and I'm the last person to figure this out. Speeking of which, we're stopping in Edinburgh on the way to Oxford. Do you want anything? Luckily Doug's parents are in Italy, so we don't have to farf about with them.

Must dash- Iain's put his pyjama trousers on backwards again and Claire's trying to take them off over his head. No wonder Padme and Chani had the good sense to die rather than raise the kids...oy.

Cheekyboys

Frack, what a day.

Despite not having too many jabs to do as half the 2nd years were away and getting to stick both the Senior Prefect AND Head Girl (neither was particularly needle-phobic), I managed to spritz myself in the face with adrenaline and was deafened by a bunch of Tornados who thought they were at Miramar rather than in Morayshire.

Thank god the jets at my base are quieter as we're at my school tomorrow with about 200 more jabs to do. Joy.

Dor, had so much fun this afternoon walking the runway track. I was listening to "Crazy" by Britney (yes, really), which always reminds me of you- I'm sure you're chuffed- and had a great HSU image. You're having a "party" with LP and Xani and manage to wake us up...again. So, I jump out of bed, trip over Cic, trip over the X-Ray machine, trip over my Centurian holding the box of bandages outside the Clinic (Emmy's stolen my Guard-they're accessories that go with the Chair, evidently), and try to bash down the door as you won't let me tear down the walls anymore. Er... okay, maybe it's not such a great image, but it made me laugh and confound all the joggers.

On a different topic, I DID find a good song for reading H/D fic to: "Gorgeous" by Idina Menzel. All the lyrics work really well, but dammit, Jim, I'm a beta and not a writer. Pity. I'm sure the song's been out over there for yonks and I'm the last person to figure this out. Speeking of which, we're stopping in Edinburgh on the way to Oxford. Do you want anything? Luckily Doug's parents are in Italy, so we don't have to farf about with them.

Must dash- Iain's put his pyjama trousers on backwards again and Claire's trying to take them off over his head. No wonder Padme and Chani had the good sense to die rather than raise the kids...oy.